Hora Stellatrix (Amy Lowell Poem)
The stars hang thick in the apple tree, The south wind smells of the pungent sea, Gold tulip cups are ...
The stars hang thick in the apple tree, The south wind smells of the pungent sea, Gold tulip cups are ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Guarded within the old red wall's embrace, Marshalled like soldiers in gay company, The tulips stand arrayed. Here infantry Wheels ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
Gone now the baby's nurse, a lioness who ruled the roost and made the Mother cry. She used to tie ...
Dear Condor: Much thanks for that telephonic support from North Carolina when I suddenly went ape in the Iowa tulips. ...
Lay these words into the dead man's grave next to the almonds and black cherries--- tiny skulls and flowering blood-drops, ...
stylised tulips - this is what the card says and they have that nineteen-twenties' feel of those bright young things ...
In their fragrance and colors the flowers of her gardens defining her in some ways the beauty that she treasures ...
Like trumpets of the Levites sounding their call calling at the tent of the meeting the tulips before the church ...
The color richer somehow, because it was muted not exactly in shadows the sun behind dark clouds Hiding in plain ...
Barely a straight line the light seeming to bend wrapping around the corner falling on the tulips lit in the ...
The flowers of the morning rose hyacinth, tulips, daffodils, narcissus, in the garden sudden illumined washed, from a distance alive ...
The swan boats motionless the pond turning to a mud flat the flowers, tulips shimmering in yellows, oranges, and reds ...
Bright, glowing, variegated, orange, crimson, and gold fluted wine goblets, the envy of any glassworks, a credit to the artist ...
Cupped fingers, knitted together the leaves of the tulips rising from the humus, the earth as if in prayer, cupped ...
Like infant pitcher plants pushing up through the litter of last fall's leaves new soft-slate-green, cups tulips, rising from the ...
A cold gray afternoon cocooned indoors, watching the scene change outside, in the colors, the feel, the mood morphing day, ...
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
IN HOLLAND The laggard winter ebbed so slow With freezing rain and melting snow, It seemed as if the earth ...
Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the ...
Something black somewhere in the vistas of his heart. Tulips from Tates teazed Henry in the mood to be a ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
See with what simplicity This Nimph begins her golden daies! In the green Grass she loves to lie, And there ...
It is so long gone by, and yet How clearly now I see it all! The glimmer of your cigarette, ...
I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one now, at two in the solemnly musical morning, ...
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...
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